This is a song about "Bread head netflix chill"

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Chill son, five more minutes

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Modify your quota bitch

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

There is a light that shines

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

Your girl look like she need to chill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough